Fuh real!?
Fuh sho'! Worse dese muthafuckers don't never know when to fucking die!
Lingering!?
Lingering my ass! The muthafuckers be vexing, confusing. PREACHING! How duh fuck you gon' preach what you don't believe!?
Somebody crazy!
No! Somebody went fool. Stay 'way from'um! We need to put a sign on'um. Let some body know.
Jesus said look at dey fruit.
HE sho'did!
Of 'cose the evil doer cut the fool eva'time you try to bring up their fruit. Pay that no mind. Look any way. Look for a pattern, are you always on the losing end of this bully's commandments?
Do you sit and laugh with this bitch about the others she has enslaved? Then , what makes you think you're not a slave? Who does she love? Declaring your love loudly and dramatically is not love. Love is an action verb. How does this person treat you? How does this person make you feel?
It is obvious that my mother suffered in awful misery for a very long time all because she could not stop lying, refused reality, refused the truth. She also refused the consequences of her own actions. Nothing, NOTHING was ever her fault.
As evil as my mother was towards me, her greatest gift was doing it secretly. Her fake love sustained me until real love came along.
Praise the LORD!
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